Counting Out The Steps

Counting out the steps Crawling on all fours One, two three, one two, three You deny the circus, but they’re really yours Giving her another twirl We’re standing naked & stark You speak your pretentious slang Only exposed in the dark I’m here with your midnight medicine My beautiful babe, bottoms up! But I remainContinue reading “Counting Out The Steps”

Where Are Our Notions Of Excellence

Where are our notions of excellence Who was it who decided upon the benchmark I’m not concerned with the notches in your belt Nor the inferiority you felt after dark We need to find a solution within this realm To expel those who feed off society’s blues To exterminate the politicians & profiteers Our war,Continue reading “Where Are Our Notions Of Excellence”

Unfolding Broken Dreams

Unfolding broken dreams The distant & diluted flow Our hopeless choices astound The truth? We still don’t know But we can never give up Clinging to the last of our visions Memories cultivated on dark nights Leaving us exposed with obvious incisions How do you translate a morning When your soul bears undiagnosed pain ScarsContinue reading “Unfolding Broken Dreams”

Walk With Me, Sweet Lady

Walk with me, sweet lady I want to know your darkest days Let us share everything we can Talk to me – I know you’ll amaze I have a belief in us – together No dream will be too extreme Life to be the ultimate adventure Gripping our experiences by the seams Image by pasja1000Continue reading “Walk With Me, Sweet Lady”

For Whom The Bell Jar Tolls

For whom the Bell Jar tollsChasing demons down the dark hallScratching an itch until it bleedsBeyond a fantasy that wasn’t there at all Never letting the imposter take holdGrowing larger in our own impressionSizing up unquestioned confidenceSurviving in spite of a soul’s transgression

I Am A Seeker Of Truth

I am a seeker of truthIn the darker moments of existenceWhen our souls are hurt& freedom is at an unfathomable distance Broken frameworks & deep mistrustWill you take me home after I’ve done my bitHonesty is the only way we’ll surviveOpen & earnest with the unblemished truth of it

thinking nostalgic thoughts

thinking nostalgic thoughtson an empty stomachrediscovering grunge tunesstuck at home in a pandemicremembering the pain of high schoolcouldn’t fit in anywherereliving dark momentswhere it could’ve endedremembering lost loves& how warm they made you feelbut you know it wasn’t realleaving you cold & aloneabandoned until life truly began.

Seeking Out Freedoms

Seeking out the freedoms But where is the wisdom our follies have made Washed away with the retreating tides Now we bask out in the cover of foliage’s shade I’m sure nature leads us to the answer The tempted isolation of introverts The paused legacy of our discontent Posterity gently tugging at her miniskirt TiltedContinue reading “Seeking Out Freedoms”

Trading Euphemisms In The Dark

Trading euphemisms in the darkBlankets piled high on the bedFinding warmth between ourselvesLove inhabits where fear can’t treadSheets getting tangled in our bodiesChorus of breathing getting thickCherishing & celebrating each momentGrateful she still let’s me dip my wick

Quietly, The Most Awkward Person I Know

Quietly, the most awkward person I knowNever sure how to handle a situationConstantly judging myself & my actionsForcing myself deeper into this alienationWatching all the pretty people succeedJust trying to survive, I’m happy I’m still hereNo one wants to discuss the darkness withinBut here I am, attempting to confront my fears

The Clouds Descend Upon Us

The clouds descend upon usStress compounding at this time of yearGetting darker as the days buildWaxing upon the fruition of fear This world is a bloody hellA disaster proven before the ink driesScorn for a distant foundationFutility in which all hope slowly dies The darkness returnsLooking for a story to wryly beginMiscommunications falter& I wadeContinue reading “The Clouds Descend Upon Us”

Running My Fingers Upon The Smooth Surface

Running my fingers upon the smooth surfaceKeeping them always against the grainI know my way through the RedwoodsThey’re my protection against the dark stains Born in the high desert among the cactiFaint echoes from mission bells of yoreGreat things come from fools with faithMisguided souls remain thirsty for more Stubborn & obstinate as hardwoodNeeding myContinue reading “Running My Fingers Upon The Smooth Surface”

Unlocking Inspiration In The Night

Unlocking inspiration in the nightEmerging from the shadows & dark placesRising from a migrant slumberNew life without any of the fragile tracesA travesty banished to the pastAlong with all heartache & fearEndless scribbles upon discarded paperThe truth within ink stains & pencil smears